
Marktheghost
Paragon
- Feb 20, 2020
- 911
I spent about an hour or 2 yesterday on the (metaphorical) edge of the cliff yesterday, thinking about dying. And I still can't make a definite decision to do it, despite the fact that before I got my sodium nitrite I'd known for about 23 years that I want to kill myself. Something's holding me back. And I don't know what it is.
The only things I can think of that it might be are the very fact that I've done nothing with my life and I won't be remembered or anything, the possibility that I might make a new friend who I met back in the autumn, and apprehension about oblivion.
I don't see why oblivion seems so daunting. It'll just be like going to sleep and never waking up won't it?
Given that I've done nothing with my life before now, there's very little chance that I ever will, so isn't that all the more reason to die? And if I finally do something of note, won't that make me even less keen to die?
The potential friend is a 56 year old granny who lives down in the south of England. I might finally have met someone who really cares about me. I've never known anybody else that does. Surely 1 friend isn't enough reason to stay alive though?
How do I work out what it is that's holding me back, and why it's holding me back, and deal with it? Now I've finally got access to that button to press that will kill me (almost) instantly, I'm struggling to actually bring myself to press it!
The only things I can think of that it might be are the very fact that I've done nothing with my life and I won't be remembered or anything, the possibility that I might make a new friend who I met back in the autumn, and apprehension about oblivion.
I don't see why oblivion seems so daunting. It'll just be like going to sleep and never waking up won't it?
Given that I've done nothing with my life before now, there's very little chance that I ever will, so isn't that all the more reason to die? And if I finally do something of note, won't that make me even less keen to die?
The potential friend is a 56 year old granny who lives down in the south of England. I might finally have met someone who really cares about me. I've never known anybody else that does. Surely 1 friend isn't enough reason to stay alive though?
How do I work out what it is that's holding me back, and why it's holding me back, and deal with it? Now I've finally got access to that button to press that will kill me (almost) instantly, I'm struggling to actually bring myself to press it!